Confessions of a Kinky Wife. Justine Elyot

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      ‘It’s not a bloody knock-off. What do you take me for?’

      ‘A genuine Mulberry Alexa? Christ, Dan, these cost a fortune.’

      ‘Well, I got it from an outlet store,’ he said. ‘It wasn’t that bad.’

      ‘I don’t know what to say.’ I turned the deliciously soft tan leather every which way, putting it up to my face and sniffing, just the way I did with the belt. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever been given.

      He was perfect. Why would I want to change him? I felt guilty and cheap for even considering it.

      ‘You don’t have to say anything. It’s written all over your face.’

      He sat back and basked, while I became conscious of the indulgent good wishes of the other diners. Suddenly the parcel at my feet became my nemesis, a terrible mistake. I should have got him something else.

      Too late.

      ‘So, come on then. Hand it over.’

      He held out a palm. Lately, he couldn’t do that without me imagining how it would feel cracking down on my bum. Tonight was no different.

      I shut my eyes for a second of unspoken prayer, then reached down for the gift.

      The shop had been a high-end establishment and they had put the belt in a smart silk-lined box with a gold monogram. When Dan unwrapped it, I think he was expecting something you’d find in a jeweller’s, like cufflinks or a watch.

      He looked surprised when he opened the box.

      ‘Oh,’ he said, pulling it out. It was rolled up like a coiled snake, a deadly spiral in his hand. ‘This is a very de luxe number, isn’t it?’

      ‘Do you like it? I just thought it would look really good on you.’

      Suddenly I was desperate that he didn’t guess my true intention. I wanted to turn back that tide, ignore my stupid repressed fantasies and live with what I had.

      ‘It looks vintage,’ he said.

      God, he had uncoiled it and was letting it slide around his palm, then he pulled it taut between his hands and I nearly doubled over with arousal.

      Surely he must see the effect this had on me? Instant wetness, so much so that I worried about leaving a damp patch on the chair.

      ‘It’s pretty sexy,’ I said.

      He gave me a crooked smile. ‘You think?’

      Waiter-with-chronic-bad-timing appeared to take our order and the sexual vibe lowered to a simmer, but it was nonetheless there all the way through the three courses, especially since the belt lay on the white tablecloth for all to see.

      I imagined that everyone knew what it was really for.

      Everyone knew that it had been left there, in my line of sight, to remind me what awaited me after the meal. They were all aware that, once the last mouthful of dessert had been swallowed, I was going to be escorted out through the kitchen to the back yard, bent over a barrel with my dress up and knickers down and strapped long and hard by my elegantly besuited husband.

      What for? I tried to make up a reason, but I was fatally distracted by my own lust and the growing excitement in the pit of my stomach. It made for an uncomfortable eating experience, but three courses were a challenge for me anyway, so I picked and pecked at my food.

      ‘Aren’t you going to eat that?’

      Dan, his appetite as reliably healthy as always, plucked a tuile biscuit from my plate and bit into it.

      Some of the other diners had left the restaurant now, and we had a little more latitude for un-eavesdropped conversation.

      I stroked the edge of the belt with one finger and said, ‘Do you really like it?’

      ‘Of course.’

      ‘I’ve wanted to get you one just like it for ages.’

      He just held his smile, expectant, waiting for me to elaborate.

      ‘I think it would feel nice,’ I said hesitantly. Oh shit, now it was coming out. Could I take that back?

      ‘Feel nice?’ he said.

      I stared down at the melted ice cream on my plate, too mortified to continue.

      ‘You’ve gone bright red,’ he said, but his smile slowly widened. ‘OK, I think it’s time to get the bill and get the hell out of here. Things just got interesting.’

      The restaurant was a short distance from our flat by the harbour. Dan walked me back with one hand around my elbow, the new belt wrapped around his other set of knuckles. Damn, it looked good there. Man and belt in living harmony. I was wildly optimistic as we headed into the lift and, as was our tradition, snogged all the way up to the third floor.

      We tipped ourselves out and fumbled the key in the lock and somehow didn’t collapse on the hall floor. Instead we made a kissing, grabbing, lunging progress into the living room and managed to stay upright all the way over to the sofa.

      He pinned me to it and I felt that soft leather brush my wrist.

      ‘So, then, Pip,’ he said, his wide white grin inches from mine. ‘Tell me what you meant when you said my belt would feel nice. Because, as far as I’m aware, belts are meant to keep trousers up. How could that make you feel nice? Hmm?’

      ‘I just thought … you know … it’s so soft and it smells so good …’

      ‘Don’t. I know what you thought.’

      ‘Do you?’

      My heart jumped high, sealing up my throat so I could barely breathe.

      ‘Fancy a bit of slap and tickle, do we?’

      I giggled, writhing happily underneath him. Yes! This could happen. This was starting to happen.

      ‘Maybe more slap than tickle,’ I whispered.

      ‘Are you sure?’

      ‘Do I have to sign a consent form?’

      ‘Story of my life. Paperwork, paperwork, paperwork. But no. I think in this case a verbal agreement holds good. Go on then. Turn over.’

      He let go of my wrists and knelt up, watching me flip myself on to my stomach. My face rested against a velvet cushion, handy if I needed anything to yell into. We didn’t want to disturb the neighbours, after all.

      I felt the tickly swish of my skirt being raised. It was a shame I had to imagine the look on his face as he uncovered lacy briefs and matching suspenders and stockings, but I’d seen it often enough before and at least I got to hear his low sigh of pleasure.

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